Reflections

Before I go

through

a doorway of my own

making

I must look back

on this past year

on many years

and many epochs

these past years

I am in a novel

unfolding with twists

the plot obscure…but Orwellian

This past year

seems biblical

in its drama

and portent

We are tested

we build bridges ever higher

yet know not

how to extend the hand of compassion

Once I thought

we were the vanguard

of a new

era

one of peace

love

and  

pixie-dust

I was wrong

we became the old

guard

we forgot our dreams

So I will sit

this turning of the year

and remember

to dream again